“I did tell Andre I was going to beat him down, so I had to be a man of my word,” Guerrero said afterward, and that photo above is evidence of that. “But he did defend himself like a true champ.”
Berto, meanwhile, complained about the officiating: “He was coming in, grabbing and holding me. Every time I tried to get off, the referee kept warning me for shots,” he said, but was gracious in defeat: “At the end of the day, Robert fought a good fight and he got the win.” The judges saw it the same way, unanimously scoring it 116-110 in favor of Guerrero.
That swelling will go down soon enough, which is good because you probably don’t want to go through life looking like one of the mole people or something out of Pan’s Labyrinth. You know, Andre, it’s probably best just to stay away from mirrors altogether for the next few weeks.